I have not sought in battle-field Nor dar'd I hope on my dying day "There is a chamber far away Where sleep the good and brave, For truth and right, 'gainst treason's might, And God who made shall gather them: The morning dawn'd full darkly, The thunder crash'd across the heaven, Yet aye broke in with muffled beat The 'larum of the drum. There was madness on the earth below And anger in the sky, And young and old, and rich and poor, Came forth to see him die. Ah, God! that ghastly gibbet! The great tall spectral skeleton, The ladder and the tree! Hark! hark! it is the clash of arms God's mercy on his soul!' One last long peal of thunder: And the glorious sun once more looks down "He is coming! he is coming!" Like a bridegroom from his room, Came the hero from his prison To the scaffold and the doom. There was glory on his forehead, There was lustre in his eye, And he never walk'd to battle More proudly than to die : There was colour in his visage, Though the cheeks of all were wan, And they marvell'd as they saw him pass, That great and goodly man! He mounted up the scaffold, And he turn'd him to the crowd; And in the liquid ether The eye of God shone through; As though the thunder slept within- The grim Geneva ministers As With anxious scowl drew near, He would not deign them word nor sign, And veil'd his face for Christ's dear grace And cast his cloak away: A beam of light fell o'er him, Like a glory round the shriven, As it were the path to heaven. TO THE LORD GENERAL CROMWELL JOHN MILTON THE monarchy was abolished after the execution of the king, and a republic was attempted with Oliver Cromwell at its head. His task was one of supreme difficulty. Prince Charles had been proclaimed king by the Scotch and the conquest of England attempted. The victories of Dunbar (September 3, 1850) and Worcester (September 3, 1651) put an end to this enterprise, but an even more serious danger grew out of dissensions among the republicans themselves. Parliamentarians, Presbyterians, Puritans, and Levellers were advocating their various schemes for the regulation of church and government, and each party was endeavoring to force the acceptance of its opinions upon the distracted state. Cromwell complained that Parliament did nothing but " overturn and overturn." He was obliged to resort to tyrannical measures in order to maintain his authority. · Cromwell, our chief of men, who, through a cloud Guided by faith and matchless fortitude, To peace and truth thy glorious way hast plough'd, And on the neck of crownèd fortune proud Hast rear'd God's trophies, and his work pursued, While Darwin stream, with blood of Scots imbrued, And Dunbar field, resounds thy praises loud, And Worcester's laureate wreath. Yet much remains To conquer still; Peace hath her victories No less renown'd than War; new foes arise, Threatening to bind our souls with secular chains: Help us to save free conscience from the paw Of hireling wolves, whose gospel is their maw. MELTING OF THE EARL'S PLATE GEORGE WALTER THORNBURY NOT only in Scotland but in England as well, men were shocked by the execution of the king and by the arbitrary methods of the Commonwealth. The moderates came to believe that the only hope for law and order lay in the restoration of the monarchy, and they were willing to make every sacrifice for Prince Charles, the next heir to the throne. Here's the gold cup all bossy with satyrs and saints, And my race-bowl (now, women, no whining and plaints!) From the paltriest spoon to the costliest thing, Here's the chalice stamp'd over with sigil and cross,- This dross we'll transmute into weapons of steel, Temper'd blades for the hand, sharpest spurs for the heel; And when Charles, with a shout, into London we bring, We'll be glad to remember this deed for the king. Bring the hawk's silver bells and the nursery spoon, The crucible's ready — we're nothing too soon; |